The exit of the tunnel is the same stone steps as when entering the cellar, Mu Chun decided to carry Yang Xue up the stone steps, almost at the same time, the secret door on the stone steps opened ~~~, and what greeted him was an elegant room.

The doors and windows were plastered with the word "happy" in bright red, and a few strips of red silk poured down from the roof against the pillars. For a moment, Yang Xue really felt that she was married to the man in front of her.

Walking through the cubicle, Mu Chun carried her straight into the bedroom, where red candles were burning, the bed curtains and bedding were festive red, and a woman wearing a hijab was sitting on the bed.

"You go to the study to change into your wedding clothes and go back to rest." Mu Chun said to the woman.

"Yes, lord, the slave and maid are retired." The woman lifted her hijab and walked into the study on the other side.

Mu Chun carefully put Yang Xue on the bed and took off her shoes and socks for her. Yang Xue nervously moved inside.

Looking at the frightened bird-like woman in front of her, Mu Chun chuckled at the corner of her mouth, sat down in the position she vacated, and reached out to lift her skirt.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Xue moved inside in a panic and didn't stop until her back was against the wall.

"Heal your wounds, what do you think?" After Mu Chun finished speaking, regardless of Yang Xue's obstruction, she rolled her skirt above her knees, revealing a smooth and white calf, a cut on her knee, and the outer ring slowly became red and swollen.

Mu Chun got up and took out the gauze and medicine bottle from the box on the table, then sat back next to Yang Xue, pulled off the cork, carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound, and blew it gently.

Yang Xue didn't know why she couldn't feel the pain, but the other two people in her body kept hissing ~~~~~~ with their hearts, disturbing the atmosphere that originally seemed a little ambiguous.

"Don't you suspect that I'm a fine worker sent by the Gurrah? Why are you so nice to me? Yang Xue looked at the man in front of him who was carefully bandaging his wounds, and was moved for a moment, and asked with tears in her eyes.

"I knew you weren't meticulous, so how could you try your best to escape before the task was completed." Mu Chun gently tied the gauze knot, put down the corner of her skirt and said in a deep voice: "As for being good to you, you should take it as a repayment!" ”

"So, you knew I was going to run away in the desert that day?"

"You know, I have been well aware of your actions since the Protector Army entered the desert, and that day the Wolf Army came to report that the Guro army was secretly following, so I led the Wolf Army to rush over. Since I had no intention of killing them and causing a dispute between the two countries, I only took advantage of the fifteenth to send a wolf army to scare them, and only joined General Zhou after they had scattered and fled, and as for those soldiers, they pretended to be dead...... Indeed, this king is trying to tempt you. Mu Chun resolutely stood up and stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands and said.

"And who poisoned you?"

"I'm afraid that the entire Red Cloud Desert will poison me, and I'm afraid that the only one who thinks about the imperial uncle Mu Tianji who is seeking power and usurping the throne every day is right! In the more than 20 years since I was born, I know exactly how many methods he has secretly used, but I still haven't figured out how he poisoned himself in the empty desert. Mu Chun Jue looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, his face was full of gloom. Although he is a prince, he lives in darkness and a sea of swords and fires every day, and he can't find the light.

Yang Xue manipulated her body to get out of bed, limped behind him barefoot, and wanted to hug him, but she never had the courage, just gently reached out and pulled his sleeve.

"Since you can't figure it out, then you don't have to think about it, the prince just needs to believe that evil is invincible, and the rest of the time will give you the answer." Yang Xue's eyes were full of pity as she spoke.

Mu Chun turned around, supported her, looked down and smiled at her white delicate little feet, leaned over and hugged her back to the bed.

"If you have a wound on your leg, it's good to live. I will send General Zhou to protect you in the shadows. I will stay in the cellar tonight, and tomorrow morning the grandmother in the palace will come to fetch the handkerchief, and then I will ask the princess to accompany me to play a play. Mu Chun walked to the side of the bed as he spoke, and took out a dagger from the scabbard hanging on the wall with a ~~ sound, and before Yang Xue could ask, he made a cut in his palm. He pulled the handkerchief resting on the head of the bed and wiped the blood on it.

"You ......" Yang Xue hurriedly got up from the bed again, and held Mu Chundu's hand distressedly. Fortunately, the wound is not deep. ”

Raising his head, he just met Mu Chun's decisive gaze, and for a while, they looked at each other, and everything was silent, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Yang Xue felt his inquiring gaze but suddenly remembered the patches on his face, retracted his hand in a panic for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Don't look at me, I'm ugly." ”

"The princess is not ugly, and this king has never thought you are ugly." Mu Chun looked at Yang Xue seriously and finished speaking, he was speechless for a while, picked up the medicine bottle and sprinkled some medicine powder on the wound, and said in a deep voice: "You rest early, I'll go first." Then he turned and walked to the cubicle.

Yang Xue stood in place, listening to the sound of the stone door opening and closing, and sat back on the bed with something on her mind.